What to the world, defines a weed?
If you hate thorns, a rose, indeed
And maybe to you a daisy is cute
So I wouldn't expect, you'd sever its root
But I don't want to have the power
To judge a plant as weed or flower
For who are you or I to assume -
Which is to die and which is to bloom?
So, just to say, or more, to plead
Don't view another as just a weed
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They all look like weeds to me, but you put all so flowery. I guess you rose to defend the native species. Good work.